I had moved my gun safe, and the stash there the year before. I also had room for some other things. For instance I had my collection of old case file.... I had no desire to look through them at the moment, but who knows I might write a book one day. This journal will be good practice for that, I thought.Since I collected two grand in cash on Thursday, I had it over night at the house. It didn’t concern me, but it was something I needed to think about. I was glad to be shed of most of it Friday. Mr. J. hadn’t made us work on that part any extra since before Thanksgiving, so I suppose we were good enough.I’m in our lower-level band, Concert Band, which naturally goes first in the concert. We were already on stage when the bulk of the audience showed up, and with the lights up on the stage, it was hard to tell who was there. I knew Dad was here since he brought Katie and me to the high school. Mom was supposed to show up, and Becky said she wanted to be there, too, claiming that it would. So the night of the party rolls around, Andrea and Joyce showed up at my place, and we were heading out to the pool area in the courtyard between all the condos when Andrea asked me where my bathroom was. I pointed to the hallway off the living room, and said, “First door on the right.” “On the right or the left? Can’t you just show me?” she said as she tugged at my arm. I pointed Joyce out the sliding glass doors to the back patio, then took Andrea to the bathroom. She pulled me inside with. "I thought you wanted our input?"Then he put his hand on my shoulder. "You're going to finish hir. Not Cessa or anyone else!" Swallow it whole bitch." added Mike. "Look at these numbers champ! You're abig fucking hit. These are all the hits to our pay site, OK? That's because of you, you crazy cross dressing super star fucking bitch!"The way Nick and Mike were smacking me in gratitude I thought my fake tits mightfall out of my blouse. I needed a break anyway so I excused myself and.